Chapter 7
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Plop——
Wesselis rolled awkwardly on the bloody road, and the blue velvet coat became dirty.
The frightened war horse roared past his ear, the heavy horse's hooves hit the ground, and the stones jumped slightly.
The prince felt that his ears were going to be deafened. He knelt down on his knees and curled up together.
Hoo hoo~
Hands on the ground, breathing heavily, cheeks hot and red.
"I..."
He wanted to say something about the rest of his life, but his accelerated heart made his blood surge.
However, the tense situation is so changeable that he can't afford any time to sigh.
Sir William's sword fell on the ground not far away, stained with a little mud, but still flickered with cold light.
In the scuffle, the eardrums were filled with the sound of fighting, blood splashing, and both sides had red eyes.
While wesselis lay on the ground, his hands supporting the ground, panting, raised his head and looked at the long sword that was slightly heavy for him not far away.
"I..."
Then I don't know where the courage and strength come from.
"Damn it!"
The silver haired boy bit his teeth and tried to make himself tough. Then he climbed up from the ground hard, ignored the heart that was about to jump out, rushed over in one breath and held it tightly.
Cool touch.
The chill on the blade almost condensed into essence.
Perhaps in his previous life, wesselis dared not hold such a narrow and sharp weapon for fear of breaking the law or hurting himself. However, at this time, he only felt the incomparable kindness of the sword.
Because in such a chaotic situation, everyone is busy with himself, and no one can protect him
Only himself.
The silver haired boy clenched his teeth slightly, nervously held the long sword and swore.
No matter who wants to kill himself, he will not be caught like a rabbit. Even if he dies, he will bite off his meat.
"I will..."
But while wesselis was cheering himself up.
A 'robber' who fell from his horse because his horse leg was cut off in the battle just now stood up shakily with his sword in one hand and his head in the other.
His leather armor was cut with a ferocious scar. He was just about to be ripped open. However, God helped him not to die.
When the "robber" stood up, a touch of red and a sign of a golden lion appeared under the broken leather armor.
In a flash.
For various reasons.
The red castle guard who had just cut off his horse's leg was killed by others in an instant. The battle was extremely fierce, and he was not mended.
When he slowed down and pushed away his partner's body to get up from below, he shook his head and saw the boy standing in the middle of the battlefield holding the sword.
The iconic long silver blond hair, lavender eyes like gemstones, and beautiful cheeks like girls. The boy holding the sword also found him. Panic clearly appeared in a pair of eyes just full of determination
Like a frightened rabbit.
He didn't expect that he was still secretly swearing, but he was watched by the enemy in an instant.
When the masked robber saw the "big fish" without protection, his face slowly showed a grim smile, and the black cloth wrapped on his face was blown off by the wind.
But he didn't care at all.
Holding a long sword, he came step by step towards wesselis.
An unprotected Prince of tangaryan is like a fish on a chopping board.
No matter how noble the boy was and how pure his blood was, he couldn't even see the boy's toes on his knees.
However, at this time, the noble birth and blood line were not enough for the prince to avoid his mud legged sword.
At the moment, wesselis did not know whether he was stunned or for other reasons, but stood still.
Just a little shortness of breath, his hands clenched Sir William's sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at each other.
His brain was blank, just filled with the words given to him by the middle-aged coach.
"Learn to stab the enemy with the pointed end."
Behind wesselis could not see, a black fog gradually filled and rolled into an indescribable shape. A pair of scarlet eyes opened in the black fog and were staring at his back.
Wesselis's eyes were gradually smeared with scarlet, his breathing was becoming heavy, and he held the long sword in his hand.
At this time, between electric light and flint.
Boom
The horse galloped.
The horse's hooves rolled up, blood and mud.
William Darry was covered with blood. He didn't know whether it was his own or his enemy. He was holding a long sword, and the blood kept ticking down the blade.
Then he held it high, and the war horse galloped past the robber. Then the long sword crossed a track in the blood red setting sun and cut it down heavily.
Poof——
Next second.
A great head flew straight up, and then blood gushed out like a fountain.
Hoo hoo~
The middle-aged man's curly long hair stained with blood looked ferocious. He had killed his red eyes, tightly clamped the horse under his crotch with his legs, and then handed the long sword to his left hand.
Step on
The horse's hooves tread on the blood mud.
Then, as he passed wesselis, he bent slightly and put his body on the horse's back.
Reaching out directly, he picked up the little prince and put him behind him. At the same time, his voice hurried.
"Your Highness, hold me tight!"
The middle-aged coach found that wesselis was in danger at the most important moment, and then hurried to the horse, killed the enemy with a sword and saved the little prince who wanted to work hard with the enemy.
While the enemy's hot blood sprinkled on the silver haired boy's beautiful cheek, wesselis woke up like a dream, and his body suddenly shivered.
The people behind him could not see, the black fog dissipated slowly, and the lavender eyes like gemstones recovered their clarity.
His throat rolled slightly and gently clenched his teeth.
He just realized what had just happened.
He... He wants to fight the enemy?
Where's the courage?
However, he had been carried on the horse by Sir William. When he heard the coach's words, wesselis did not hesitate to hold each other firmly.
An enemy had his head cut off less than three feet away, and blood spilled on his cheek. However, wesselis did not have any urge to vomit, or had no chance to do so.
Instead, he strengthened his courage and clenched his fist.
Because he knew that if he wanted to live, now was not the time for nausea and vomiting.
The hot blood in the young body seemed to be ignited and began to burn.
For a seven year old boy, it is hard to say that he will be more brave than his performance.
"Kill!!"
Then the battle sounded like thunder from the knight's tongue and chamber, once again on this bloody road.
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Plop——
Wesselis rolled awkwardly on the bloody road, and the blue velvet coat became dirty.
The frightened war horse roared past his ear, the heavy horse's hooves hit the ground, and the stones jumped slightly.
The prince felt that his ears were going to be deafened. He knelt down on his knees and curled up together.
Hoo hoo~
Hands on the ground, breathing heavily, cheeks hot and red.
"I..."
He wanted to say something about the rest of his life, but his accelerated heart made his blood surge.
However, the tense situation is so changeable that he can't afford any time to sigh.
Sir William's sword fell on the ground not far away, stained with a little mud, but still flickered with cold light.
In the scuffle, the eardrums were filled with the sound of fighting, blood splashing, and both sides had red eyes.
While wesselis lay on the ground, his hands supporting the ground, panting, raised his head and looked at the long sword that was slightly heavy for him not far away.
"I..."
Then I don't know where the courage and strength come from.
"Damn it!"
The silver haired boy bit his teeth and tried to make himself tough. Then he climbed up from the ground hard, ignored the heart that was about to jump out, rushed over in one breath and held it tightly.
Cool touch.
The chill on the blade almost condensed into essence.
Perhaps in his previous life, wesselis dared not hold such a narrow and sharp weapon for fear of breaking the law or hurting himself. However, at this time, he only felt the incomparable kindness of the sword.
Because in such a chaotic situation, everyone is busy with himself, and no one can protect him
Only himself.
The silver haired boy clenched his teeth slightly, nervously held the long sword and swore.
No matter who wants to kill himself, he will not be caught like a rabbit. Even if he dies, he will bite off his meat.
"I will..."
But while wesselis was cheering himself up.
A 'robber' who fell from his horse because his horse leg was cut off in the battle just now stood up shakily with his sword in one hand and his head in the other.
His leather armor was cut with a ferocious scar. He was just about to be ripped open. However, God helped him not to die.
When the "robber" stood up, a touch of red and a sign of a golden lion appeared under the broken leather armor.
In a flash.
For various reasons.
The red castle guard who had just cut off his horse's leg was killed by others in an instant. The battle was extremely fierce, and he was not mended.
When he slowed down and pushed away his partner's body to get up from below, he shook his head and saw the boy standing in the middle of the battlefield holding the sword.
The iconic long silver blond hair, lavender eyes like gemstones, and beautiful cheeks like girls. The boy holding the sword also found him. Panic clearly appeared in a pair of eyes just full of determination
Like a frightened rabbit.
He didn't expect that he was still secretly swearing, but he was watched by the enemy in an instant.
When the masked robber saw the "big fish" without protection, his face slowly showed a grim smile, and the black cloth wrapped on his face was blown off by the wind.
But he didn't care at all.
Holding a long sword, he came step by step towards wesselis.
An unprotected Prince of tangaryan is like a fish on a chopping board.
No matter how noble the boy was and how pure his blood was, he couldn't even see the boy's toes on his knees.
However, at this time, the noble birth and blood line were not enough for the prince to avoid his mud legged sword.
At the moment, wesselis did not know whether he was stunned or for other reasons, but stood still.
Just a little shortness of breath, his hands clenched Sir William's sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at each other.
His brain was blank, just filled with the words given to him by the middle-aged coach.
"Learn to stab the enemy with the pointed end."
Behind wesselis could not see, a black fog gradually filled and rolled into an indescribable shape. A pair of scarlet eyes opened in the black fog and were staring at his back.
Wesselis's eyes were gradually smeared with scarlet, his breathing was becoming heavy, and he held the long sword in his hand.
At this time, between electric light and flint.
Boom
The horse galloped.
The horse's hooves rolled up, blood and mud.
William Darry was covered with blood. He didn't know whether it was his own or his enemy. He was holding a long sword, and the blood kept ticking down the blade.
Then he held it high, and the war horse galloped past the robber. Then the long sword crossed a track in the blood red setting sun and cut it down heavily.
Poof——
Next second.
A great head flew straight up, and then blood gushed out like a fountain.
Hoo hoo~
The middle-aged man's curly long hair stained with blood looked ferocious. He had killed his red eyes, tightly clamped the horse under his crotch with his legs, and then handed the long sword to his left hand.
Step on
The horse's hooves tread on the blood mud.
Then, as he passed wesselis, he bent slightly and put his body on the horse's back.
Reaching out directly, he picked up the little prince and put him behind him. At the same time, his voice hurried.
"Your Highness, hold me tight!"
The middle-aged coach found that wesselis was in danger at the most important moment, and then hurried to the horse, killed the enemy with a sword and saved the little prince who wanted to work hard with the enemy.
While the enemy's hot blood sprinkled on the silver haired boy's beautiful cheek, wesselis woke up like a dream, and his body suddenly shivered.
The people behind him could not see, the black fog dissipated slowly, and the lavender eyes like gemstones recovered their clarity.
His throat rolled slightly and gently clenched his teeth.
He just realized what had just happened.
He... He wants to fight the enemy?
Where's the courage?
However, he had been carried on the horse by Sir William. When he heard the coach's words, wesselis did not hesitate to hold each other firmly.
An enemy had his head cut off less than three feet away, and blood spilled on his cheek. However, wesselis did not have any urge to vomit, or had no chance to do so.
Instead, he strengthened his courage and clenched his fist.
Because he knew that if he wanted to live, now was not the time for nausea and vomiting.
The hot blood in the young body seemed to be ignited and began to burn.
For a seven year old boy, it is hard to say that he will be more brave than his performance.
"Kill!!"
Then the battle sounded like thunder from the knight's tongue and chamber, once again on this bloody road.
PlopWesselis rolled awkwardly on the bloody road, and the blue velvet coat became dirty.The frightened war horse roared past his ear, the heavy horse's hooves hit the ground, and the stones jumped slightly.The prince felt that his ears were going to be deafened. He knelt down on his knees and curled up together.Hoo hoo~Hands on the ground, breathing heavily, cheeks hot and red."I..."He wanted to say something about the rest of his life, but his accelerated heart made his blood surge.However, the tense situation is so changeable that he can't afford any time to sigh.Sir William's sword fell on the ground not far away, stained with a little mud, but still flickered with cold light.In the scuffle, the eardrums were filled with the sound of fighting, blood splashing, and both sides had red eyes.While wesselis lay on the ground, his hands supporting the ground, panting, raised his head and looked at the long sword that was slightly heavy for him not far away."I..."Then I don't know where the courage and strength come from."Damn it!"The silver haired boy bit his teeth and tried to make himself tough. Then he climbed up from the ground hard, ignored the heart that was about to jump out, rushed over in one breath and held it tightly.Cool touch.The chill on the blade almost condensed into essence.Perhaps in his previous life, wesselis dared not hold such a narrow and sharp weapon for fear of breaking the law or hurting himself. However, at this time, he only felt the incomparable kindness of the sword.Because in such a chaotic situation, everyone is busy with himself, and no one can protect himOnly himself.The silver haired boy clenched his teeth slightly, nervously held the long sword and swore.No matter who wants to kill himself, he will not be caught like a rabbit. Even if he dies, he will bite off his meat."I will..."But while wesselis was cheering himself up.A 'robber' who fell from his horse because his horse leg was cut off in the battle just now stood up shakily with his sword in one hand and his head in the other.His leather armor was cut with a ferocious scar. He was just about to be ripped open. However, God helped him not to die.When the "robber" stood up, a touch of red and a sign of a golden lion appeared under the broken leather armor.In a flash.For various reasons.The red castle guard who had just cut off his horse's leg was killed by others in an instant. The battle was extremely fierce, and he was not mended.When he slowed down and pushed away his partner's body to get up from below, he shook his head and saw the boy standing in the middle of the battlefield holding the sword.The iconic long silver blond hair, lavender eyes like gemstones, and beautiful cheeks like girls. The boy holding the sword also found him. Panic clearly appeared in a pair of eyes just full of determinationLike a frightened rabbit.He didn't expect that he was still secretly swearing, but he was watched by the enemy in an instant.When the masked robber saw the "big fish" without protection, his face slowly showed a grim smile, and the black cloth wrapped on his face was blown off by the wind.But he didn't care at all.Holding a long sword, he came step by step towards wesselis.An unprotected Prince of tangaryan is like a fish on a chopping board.No matter how noble the boy was and how pure his blood was, he couldn't even see the boy's toes on his knees.However, at this time, the noble birth and blood line were not enough for the prince to avoid his mud legged sword.At the moment, wesselis did not know whether he was stunned or for other reasons, but stood still.Just a little shortness of breath, his hands clenched Sir William's sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at each other.His brain was blank, just filled with the words given to him by the middle-aged coach."Learn to stab the enemy with the pointed end."Behind wesselis could not see, a black fog gradually filled and rolled into an indescribable shape. A pair of scarlet eyes opened in the black fog and were staring at his back.Wesselis's eyes were gradually smeared with scarlet, his breathing was becoming heavy, and he held the long sword in his hand.At this time, between electric light and flint.BoomThe horse galloped.The horse's hooves rolled up, blood and mud.William Darry was covered with blood. He didn't know whether it was his own or his enemy. He was holding a long sword, and the blood kept ticking down the blade.Then he held it high, and the war horse galloped past the robber. Then the long sword crossed a track in the blood red setting sun and cut it down heavily.PoofNext second.A great head flew straight up, and then blood gushed out like a fountain.Hoo hoo~The middle-aged man's curly long hair stained with blood looked ferocious. He had killed his red eyes, tightly clamped the horse under his crotch with his legs, and then handed the long sword to his left hand.Step onThe horse's hooves tread on the blood mud.Then, as he passed wesselis, he bent slightly and put his body on the horse's back.Reaching out directly, he picked up the little prince and put him behind him. At the same time, his voice hurried."Your Highness, hold me tight!"The middle-aged coach found that wesselis was in danger at the most important moment, and then hurried to the horse, killed the enemy with a sword and saved the little prince who wanted to work hard with the enemy.While the enemy's hot blood sprinkled on the silver haired boy's beautiful cheek, wesselis woke up like a dream, and his body suddenly shivered.The people behind him could not see, the black fog dissipated slowly, and the lavender eyes like gemstones recovered their clarity.His throat rolled slightly and gently clenched his teeth.He just realized what had just happened.He... He wants to fight the enemy?Where's the courage?However, he had been carried on the horse by Sir William. When he heard the coach's words, wesselis did not hesitate to hold each other firmly.An enemy had his head cut off less than three feet away, and blood spilled on his cheek. However, wesselis did not have any urge to vomit, or had no chance to do so.Instead, he strengthened his courage and clenched his fist.Because he knew that if he wanted to live, now was not the time for nausea and vomiting.The hot blood in the young body seemed to be ignited and began to burn.For a seven year old boy, it is hard to say that he will be more brave than his performance."Kill!!"Then the battle sounded like thunder from the knight's tongue and chamber, once again on this bloody road.
